9/23/10

echoes

the amphitheatre,formed naturally by the basinthat is the lakeon this mountaintop,carries the echoesof our having been here,speaking in low tones,since voices carry on the water;when we are gone, too soon,others will fill the spacesthat we leave behind,with their own hushedconversations,their own echoesof a short stay,and their imprintwill be just as fleeting as ours.